[P] a word and a flower

[Raum]

 


It is the scratch of a pencil that catches his attention. For once the Crow has been walking in the open. Along the weaving bank of the creek he meanders. Raum was the Crow that should have been silver, but this day he is as black as a raven’s wing.
 
Magic blooms in obsidian across his coat, is baptizes him in the darkness of Caligo and marks him as a worshiper of his Night goddess. The girl who sits with a pencil poised and working, is a creature like none his corvid gaze has ever seen.
 
In silence he drinks in the gloaming of her skin - a pastel lilac, that belongs only at dusk; it is painted over the slender curves of her torso. The scent of Terrastella clings to her skin, the Crow does not need to sway towards her to smell her thus. No, the wind is mischievous and bright, it carries all she is to him in one: the smell of paper and stars.
 
Raum might have passed her by, let darkness come to consume her when it might. But his eyes, electric, fall to follow her pencil like static upon her paper. The world comes to life beneath the work of her pencil. If this girl’s medium was a graphite, well, Raum’s brush was a dagger and his paint, blood. Chaos was his medium, created by a quill made by a crow’s feather.
 
Through his corvid eyes (so strangely blue for a creature now turned black), he watches this girl. They are yin and yang, so wildly separate: artists separated by morals enough to claim each star in the sky above them.
 
In silence the Crow approaches, his body remembering how it should be silver, how it should move like mercury – wicked, poisonous, invaluable. The air does not betray his dancer’s step  (if only he truly put it to dance and not the dance of devilry).  He arrives beside her in silence. Amare holds its breath, tremulous and faint, for Denocte’s Ghost as he stands beside Fiona.
 
He studies the girl’s work, his thoughts kept behind closed lips. It is a travesty his dagger rests so close to a work so delicate. Raum is a travesty here, with his wildfire love – so angry and violent. He takes love and makes its savage teeth shine.
 
“You manage to make things so beautiful.” He says, as if he has never seen the world as beautiful at all.

@Fiona <3 <3 eeee let's see what these kids make of each other!